Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bosnia Herzegovina and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Fat Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
the Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scan 7,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Wyatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Juan Atkins,
Pole,
Urselle,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Copeland,
Simply Red,
the Soft Cell,
The Motions,
JFA,
David Axelrod,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harmonia,
Deepchord,
New Age Steppers,
Funky Four + One,
Goldenarms,
The Gun Club,
Q and Not U,
Subhumans,
Sugar Minott,
John Cale,
David McCallum,
Marvin Gaye,
Sister Nancy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick May,
Cheater Slicks,
Second Layer,
E-Dancer,
Sixth Finger,
Little Man,
The Cramps,
Barbara Tucker,
Brick,
Hoover,
Zapp,
The Blues Magoos,
Bluetip,
Essential Logic,
Ludus,
X-102,
Godley & Creme,
The Evens,
Zero Boys,
The Martian,
DNA,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxette,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.